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I'm not normally one for wringing my hands and asking what's the world coming to and saying things are desperate, but the events of the last few days could drive even the most resolute to considering phoning Liveline.

How could anyone feel anything but desperate sorrow for the family of Anthony Campbell? His life ended by someone who probably felt as much emotion in killing Anthony as he would feel if he was crushing an insect. I have little sympathy for Marlo Hyland - live by the sword, die by the sword and all that. That's not to approve of his killing or anything like it, but he was largely the author of his own fate. Not so poor Anthony, who just happened to find himself in a depraved parallel world at the wrong time. I hope that the faith his mother holds will help her through this awful time.

Last Friday, Alan Cunniffe was shot as he tackled an armed raider at his family's post office in Kilkenny. He later died from the injury he sustained. I remember when I was manager of an off-licence in London, the advice from the security department of head office was that there were to be no heroics in the event of an armed robbery. As one of my colleagues of the time put it, if they ask for your underwear, you give it to them and thank them for taking it. But I'd imagine it's different if it's a family business, and the instinct is to try to foil the raid. Another family facing a very sorrowful Christmas.